Tales of an Unethical Hypnotist Ch. 10

With another nod of encouragement from me, Chani pulled my boxers down, and I stepped out of them.

We stood before each other completely naked, and I realized that this actually was the first time we were both naked in front of each other.

Suddenly, and somewhat uncharacteristically, I too, felt a little nervous.

I looked Chani up and down. She was incredible. Hips, thighs, legs, everything about her was perfectly proportioned to her petite frame. The only feature that stood out, quite literally, was her ample breasts.

They weren't comically large; in fact, I doubted she was much above average in terms of cup size. However, they looked big on her.

I'm not obsessed with boobs like a lot of other men; even so, I couldn't help but stare. Everything about them was perfect, from the size and shade of her nipples to the slightly conical shape.

Chani noticed my admiring gaze and repositioned herself accordingly so that I could take in the curve of her backside in addition to the curve of her bust.

That too, was perfect.

Sure, sure, in a couple more years, Chani would have to become much more diligent about diet and exercise if she wanted to maintain her jaw-dropping feminity. But for now, she was enjoying the gifts of youth. And, by god, youth had been very generous.

The allure of her perfect ass was only enhanced by my knowledge of the pretty glass toy resting between those glorious cheeks.

I wasn't the only one gawking, though. The spectacle before me had an effect on my manhood, which Chani was in turn appreciating.

Look, I'm middle-aged; things just don't work as well as they used to. As a result, it usually takes direct stimulation to bring 'mini-me' to full attention.

Tonight was different. I felt 15 years younger as my body prepared for what was about to happen, and that boost of youthful vitality was on full display.

"Is that for me?" Chani asked in a playful yet still somewhat shy voice.

"Why don't you climb onto that bed and let's find out," I replied...Okay, maybe Chani wasn't the only one with corny sex-talk tonight.

She did as instructed, though, and positioned herself seductively on the bed.

I laid down next to her, scooting close until my cock was resting between her legs at mid-thigh. The warmth of her smooth skin against it felt good, but I knew it was a poor imitation of what was waiting for me.

Almost instinctually, Chani and I began to kiss and hold and caress each other. It was familiar, something we'd done a few times already, here in this bed. Our total nakedness made the act much more intense, though, so it only took a couple minutes before we were both panting with desire.

I really wanted Chani to relax and allow herself to let go, to embrace this moment. I decided to focus on her for a few minutes and help her 'take the edge off.'

I pushed her onto her back and began to kiss my way down her torso, paying particular attention to those glorious nipples, before finding myself level with her groin.

As I like to do, I first teased her inner thighs and labia. Then, using my breath, I teased her until she was squirming, attempting to grind her snatch into my face.

Finally, with Chani on the edge of frustration, I flattened my tongue and licked her from her taint to her clit.

I was rewarded with a mouthful of her thick juices, which I happily swallowed.

Several more long strokes had Chani melting into the bed before I picked up the pace and focused primarily on her clit.

Soon she was grinding against my face and using her hands in a vain attempt to push my face deeper into her cunt.

She was already close to cumming, but I wanted it to build a little longer. So, I slipped a finger into her incredibly wet cunt.

'What?!?' I hear you asking. Doesn't more stimulation mean she'd cum faster? No, and if you think that I feel sorry for your partner. Women love a variety in their stimulation...until they get close. Then it's all about maintaining the same movement, the same location, and the same speed.

By introducing my digit, Chani's rhythm was thrown off, and her impending orgasm temporarily subsided.

I started slowly with one finger, and when I felt she was ready, I worked in a second. As far as I knew, Chani was a virgin, but she'd been physically active and sexually experimental through her teenage years. I didn't expect that there'd be any problems with penetration, and it looks like I was right.

It took a couple more minutes, but soon enough, Chani was again nearing orgasm.

As she moaned and writhed, I continued to work my tongue and fingers, bringing her closer and closer.

It dawned on me, though, that she was still wearing the butt plug. That might make vaginal sex more difficult for her, being her first time and all, so I should probably take it out.

Such a maneuver could be tricky as even if she thoroughly lubed it up before insertion, it had been some time, and her body had likely absorbed any lube she'd used.

I slowed my pace, prolonging her buildup, and began working a combination of my spit and her pussy juiced around the toy.

Then with small movements, I slowly worked the toy in and out, just a millimeter at a time, trying to get it to carry some of our natural lubrication back inside with it.

My efforts were rewarded, and slowly the toy began to move easier. Soon I was able to pull it out farther and farther. As I did, I realized that Chani had likely purchased the smallest size toy they had. (Hey, you've got to start somewhere.)

My mission accomplished, I worked the butt plug into my rotation. Tongue, fingers, butt plug. Up and down, in and out, sucking and slurping the whole time.

Chani grew closer and closer until I felt her vaginal walls grip down on my fingers. I held them fast inside her, sucked hard on her clit, and—in a feat of dexterity—pulled out the butt plug in one tug.

At that, Chani grunted hard, and her torso came up off the bed as her whole body convulsed.

She bucked and trashed for what felt like minutes while I just held on doing the best impression of a rodeo cowboy that I could muster.

Once she started calming down, I deftly extracted myself from between her thighs and climbed up to lie next to my flushed faced daughter.

She was still panting, and her eyes seemed a bit unfocused, but after a few moments, she turned her head to smile at me. Then, likely noticing the sheen on my mouth and chin, she rolled closer and began to kiss me passionately.

I use the word 'kiss' loosely, though, because it was more like she was cleaning my face with her lips and tongue. She threw in a deep kiss, our tongues dancing, but would quickly go back to removing the remnants of her own effluence from my face.

As the moment passed and the orgasmic energies subsided, Chani relaxed into me, snuggling deep into my chest. She seemed to delight in the tickling sensation of my chest hair against her nose.

"Daddy, that was wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Thank you."

I kissed the top of her head and held her, with one arm, as my other hand reached down, gently stroking her pubic hair.

It was a simple technique to keep her aroused and a subtle hint that we were far from finished.

However, my machinations were unnecessary as just a few moments later, Chani spoke up, unprompted and imitating the speech patterns she heard Ashley use the night before.

"Sir...?," she inquired coyly, "can this filthy slut suck sir's hard cock." There was a hint of mirth in her voice, telling me she was having fun experimenting with this submissive role she found herself in.

"By all means," I replied, rolling onto my back.

The lull in activity had allowed my dick to soften, and I think I saw a hint of disappointment cross Chani's face when she noticed it.

"I want you to use those sexy lips of yours to suck my cock. Because once it's good and hard, I'm going to take your virginity, Chani. Your father is going to slide his rock hard dick into your wet little cunt and make you a woman. How does that make you feel?"

Maybe it was a little over the top, but Chani seemed to really get off on this whole 'father' thing. Why not play it up a bit?

In response, Chani snaked her way down my torso until she was positioned between my legs.

Her eyes were fixated on my cock, and she held an almost manic visage. If she hadn't wrapped her lips so firmly around my cock I might have stopped her, to make sure she was okay.

But, I quickly lost any interest in stopping her as she began bobbing up and down on my tool.

She was doing good, certainly an improvement over just last night, as she used her lips and tongue to pleasure me.

Every few strokes, she would pull off my dick and lick the saliva off my shaft. And, unlike last night, my balls were free, so she even tried to lick and fondle them a bit—though it was clear she was unsure of what to do with them.

I'm not much for excessive ball play, so I didn't bother instructing her on the matter. We'd save it for a later date.

It only took seconds for my cock to reach its full turgidity, yet, contrary to my statement moments before, I allowed Chani to continue.

I realized after an entire minute had passed that I might actually be delaying.

Chani and I had already broken several taboos. And, based on my perverted tastes and her willing whorishness, I knew we had many more to go. Even so, we were about to have vaginal sex: a father and a daughter.

I was about to be 'inside' my own daughter. So yeah, I guess I was hesitating.

Chani must have noticed it too because she looked up to make eye contact with me, her eyes clearly asking, "Now, Daddy?"

I stared back at her, frozen.

Perhaps she sensed my uncertainty, or maybe she was just speaking off the top of her mind, but the mood changed drastically when she broke the silence.

"Daddy," she began, "are you going to pump my womb full of your seed tonight...?" her inflection indicated that the act was inevitable, only the date was in question.

As she continued, she looked up at me through lidded eyes, one hand wrapped around my shaft, the other moving in the junction between her thighs. Her lips were pouty and red from the work they had been doing on my pole. "...or are you going to make me swallow every last drop of it?" Her voice was husky and her breathing shallow.

Whether intentionally or not, Chani had just erased any remaining doubt in my mind.

"Chani, my little slut," I smiled at her, "I'll cum wherever I want. Now climb up here." I patted my hips, indicating where I wanted her.

Slowly, but without hesitation, Chani climbed onto my thighs, moving to straddle my hips.

"Reach down and grab my cock," I instructed. "Now, rub the head in your slit, get it wet.

"Good..."

She did as instructed and worked the head of my cock back and forth, coating it in her moisture.

"Use your hand and guide it in.

"Go slow.

"Just the tip.

"Good, girl," my praise caused a smile to break through the mask of intense concentration she currently wore.

"Now, pull it back out...and put it back in, just a little more than before.

"That's it. If we go slow and get it wet, it's going to feel much better than just shoving it in...for both of us."

Following my instructions, Chani worked my dick in and out of her cunt an inch at a time. I could tell she was near to taking me completely when she froze and stiffened.

"Daddy! Oh my god, Daddy. It's in. You're inside me." She was holding both hands up as if afraid she might do something wrong. "What do I do?"

"Relax, Love. Put your weight on me; you won't hurt me, I promise," I reassured her.

She did. Releasing the tension in her thighs, she allowed her full weight to come down on me. And, based on her grunt and brief expression of surprise, I could tell she hadn't actually taken my full length like she thought she had.

I decided to continue my 'dominant daddy' role I had been playing, on and off, all night. "How does it feel, you little whore, to have your father's cock buried to the hilt in your filthy cunt?" I asked forcefully.

The previous look of surprise was replaced by something else, shock, horror, disgust...? I couldn't tell.

And, as if my words had hammered home some terrible realization, Chani lifted her hands to cover her face as she started sobbing uncontrollably.

Oh, fuck!

I stared completely helpless for several long heartbeats before I tried, in vain, to comfort my only child. "Chani, Love. Please. It's okay. You're okay."

I didn't know what to do or what to say. Suddenly the whole twisted fantasy lost its appeal, entirely. I was there when she was born. I had changed her diapers, bandaged scraped knees, held her during storms, and looked under her bed for monsters. But now I knew the truth: I was a monster! What had I done to my daughter!?!

"Oh, Chani," I began, "I am so sorr...," but before I could finish, Chani pulled her hands from her face and flung herself forward, hugging me tightly.

I hadn't finished my sentence and was still at a loss as Chani buried her face in my neck, coating me in a sheen of tears and snot (not one of my many fetishes).

Her chest continued to heave as she tried to catch her breath and speak. All the while, she held me so tight it actually hurt.

"Da...Dad...Daddyyyyy...," she continued sobbing. "I'm so ha...hap...happyyyyy..."

She squeezed me even tighter, then released me and pushed herself back a little. My dick had almost popped out of her when she embraced me. But, as she sat up, it slid back in a little deeper, causing it to throb and pulse.

The sensation took Chani by surprise, and the shock of it allowed her to compose herself a little more before she finally sucked in a prominent snot bubble and began to speak.

"Oh, god, Daddy. I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. When I realized that you...YOU, Daddy...were INSIDE of me—something I have dreamt about for...well for longer than I should probably admit—I was just overwhelmed.

"I am so happy."

She leaned forward and kissed me deeply, which caused my cock to slide out a bit. Then she sat back up, which caused it to again plunge deeper.

"Ooh," Chani realized what was happening.

"Ooh, Daddy," she started rocking her hips back and forth, riding my cock.

After five or six slow strokes, she started to get comfortable with the movement and increased her speed.

"Ooh, Daddy...we're fucking. You're fucking me."

The smile on her face was infectious. It wasn't one of happiness, but rather it was a smile of the purest joy. I couldn't help but smile back.

Crisis averted, and with Chani finding a confident rhythm to her gyrations, I was soon lost in the ecstatic pleasure of my daughter's warm and luxurious pussy.

"Chani, you feel amazing. This feels so fucking good!" I exclaimed.

I expected her to reply in kind but looking into her face revealed that she was lost in her emotions and physical pleasure.

Her hands groped and pulled at her breasts, almost instinctually, as her hips rocked and her lips worked in silence.

I stared at those lips, trying to figure out what she was whispering to herself. It took only a few repetitions before I realized the pattern she was mouthing. "I am my father's slut. I am my father's whore."

Seeing her mouthing that depraved mantra caused a shift within me. All the fear, guilt, and confusion I had felt just moments ago completely sublimated, leaving behind only lust.

The change was so powerful I physically felt it. I felt a weight lift off my heart. I felt my spine straighten. And, I felt my cock surge with renewed life.

Through this lens of lust and resolve, I looked at Chani. It was like I was seeing her for the very first time.

She was no longer my daughter, with the diapers, scraped knees, and nighttime frights. Neither was she the strong and accomplished young lady who regularly made me so proud. No!

She was my slut, my whore...MINE!

In my mind's eye, I saw her standing over her mother, not Ashley, but Marsha, forcing the woman who birthed her to eat my seed from her dripping cunt.

I imagined her placing the 'Crystal' collar on her friend Jessica and presenting her tight gymnast's body to me.

I imagined coming home from work to Chani on her knees, begging me to do terrible and depraved things to her.

I couldn't take it anymore.

With some effort, I sat up, gripped Chani, and managed to roll us over, leaving my daughter on her back with my cock still buried inside her. (It was quite the maneuver.)

I'd had enough of the gentleness and tinder emotions. Without a word of warning, I started fucking my daughter. Seriously fucking her hard.

The ferocity of it took Chani by surprise, but within moments she was grunting in time with my thrusts, her legs wrapped around my hips trying to pull me in deeper, and her arms clinging to me, gripping and clawing my flesh on my back.

The erotic reality of everything that had happened tonight—Chani's renewed pledge to me, the revelation of her bisexuality, her desires to replace my wife and dominate Jessie—it was all too much. I could feel my balls beginning to boil.

I growled into Chani's ear, "I'm going to cum, whore. Tell daddy where you want it."

The ruthlessness of my carnal onslaught made it difficult for her to speak, "I...uh...uh...uh...I...waaa...want...uh...it...in...uh...uh...uh...in...my...uh...cuuunt!"

"You slut," I continued to growl, "you want your own father to cum inside you?" I asked with something like anger in my voice. Just the thought of it was making it near impossible to hold back. It was taking every ounce of concentration not to blow my load.

"Oh...yes...uh...uh...Daddyyyy! Please...do...uh...uh...do it...uh...uh! Maaark meee...uh...uh! Fill...meee! Maaake...meee...yours...uh...uh!"

That was all I could take, and it was all the reason I needed, "Take it all, my whore!"

I thrust to the hilt and held on tight as I shot my load deep into my daughter's womb. It was a big one, and it felt amazing.

The sensation likewise set Chani over the edge, for the second time tonight, as she executed a hold straight out of the UFC in an attempt to ensure I planted every drop as deep inside her as possible.

After coming down, we untangled ourselves and laid in each other's arms for several minutes, basking in the afterglow.

It was a wonderful feeling, and I might have even dozed off except that Chani gently removed herself from our embrace, crawled back down between my legs, and said, "I'll clean you now," before taking my limp member into her mouth.

I can only assume she saw Ashley do something similar last night and reckoned I expected such treatment from my whores. She was correct.

At first, she was just a little too enthusiastic, but after I told her to do it gently, she slowed and calmed.

Under the right conditions, I love some rough throat fucking, but I will never turn down a slow and gentle blowjob. I love a bj that keeps you right on the edge—so relaxed that it might put you to sleep, but also so erotic all you want to do is fuck. God, what a fantastic feeling.

That's what Chani was doing to me now, and I just let go and enjoyed it. No, she wasn't the best, but as long as it's slow and gentle, warm and wet, it's kinda hard to fuck up.

I allowed Chani to continue to the point I could tell her jaw was hurting. She was being a champ and trying not to complain, but I could tell she only had a few more minutes in her.

"Chani," I got her attention, "pick up the pace. I want to cum down your throat."

She immediately did as asked and began excitedly bobbing on my slobbery knob.

It was an incredible sight, but I wanted this to be quick, for her sake. So, I closed my eyes and allowed my imagination to run wild.

I thought about all the things I had instore for Chani. I pictured all the taboos we would break. And, the closer I came to climax, the more depraved my imagining became.